Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1887-11-17

class filtration. A mans touch on the strings
of sentiment is always heavy and makes one
cringe like a child's crash on the piano"
son the contrary, the hand Of little en-
! ployInent hath the daintier sense and a
woman'S on the keys is too professional; but
proceed, priestess, with the sacred rites of in
! depreciation, and ! will bow to the east ike a
| dervish till the service is ended"
] ''To tell the truth, a somewhat more rever-
entail attitude of mind toward things intel
lectual as well as moral would do you no
harm Perhaps that was just the lack which
the heroine felt in her lover"
mot shei She saw that he was growing
thin, and she did not advise followed cheek
nor faded eye, and altogether did not like the
prospect of nursing him through long siege
of consumption; so she preferred to go into a
decline herself"
"Flippant again and too literal. His pallor
was the result of his emotion, 'sicklied DER
with the pale cast of thought but seriously,
think this was one of those cases of subtle
mind reading which Tennyson SO often
dashed out before he was overtaken with
his passion for the peerage end footlights.
He makes the girls foresee that incompati-
bility of mind and temperament which,
griSt for the divorce mills; and though she
feels the magnetic power of her lover and is
drawn to him by force stronger than her own
will, she appeals to him to save her from her
self, not to allow Der to act from this mis-
taken though inevitable impulse against the
Judgment of her saner hours She says TO
him in substance:
Il love you but you are not my ideal.
Our aims and purposes, our whole theories
of life are at ODDS, and though we do
not feel the clashing now. or feel it only as
the stimulus to keener thoughts, we should
feel it more and more when we were joined
together in the unyielding bonds of matri-
mony Oxen that want TO browse in differ
ent corners of the meadow feel the fret of
the voke.n
Hilda Grey paused to take breath, and
bringing back her gaze from the vague
stretch of ocean, let it fall on her companion.
Startled at something she saw rising IN his
eyes she suddenly realized with sense of dis
may that she had drifted out from the safe
footing of abstract ideas, and that the under
tow was carrying her beyond her depth into
a sea which she dreaded for herself, and had
still less mind to be followed into by her
comrade.
But 1t was too late Before she could open
her lDs he had plugged in: May I tell You
what his answer would be- He would tell her
that life was question not of browsing, but
of blowing, and that in spite of the fretting
Of tho yoke, the oxen could do better work
together than alone; that he would be ac-
commodating enough TO browse In her corner
in Off hours; that she was his ideal if he was
rot hers, and that perhaps pardon the aver
age mans vanity)-perhaps her ideals were
drawn from poetry, fiction and transcendentsl
philosophy rather than from real life, and
that he might do as well as another for Lag
figure to be dressed up into hero by her
imagination; that though he had hitherto
wasted his valuable talents by keeping them
hidden in a napkin -
interruption: That is a waste, where
dolly would cover them
Il scora to notice the impertinence. As l
was saying, he would plead that though he
had iiled away his opportuities, he WAS not
like Portia, so old but he might learn II he
had some motive Of ambition 10 lay hold
upon clear and practical, not vague and
illusory In short, suppose that /, the aver
age man. should ask you, the ideal woman,
TO marry NE, what would you say!
Tho amused twinkle this time lay in the
girls eve. though she kept them de.nurely
lowered as she answered, i never reply to
hypothetical offers"
well, then, for heavens sake, answer
direct one, You have virtually refused ne
dozen times in the last fortnight by choking
me off when you saw l wanted TO speak. You
have taken pains to mention IS your ideals
the men you thought most unlike me. You
have doSed me with Concord and surfelted
re with Boston Now, to crown all, You try
to persuade NE that it is dishonorable IN me
to try to make you care for me Yet hear me
you shall Hove you, and ask you now,
once for all viii you marry me!'
No more dear love- for al touch yield
.ct- NO